Allan:
Sword in Mao's poem:
http://www.iusb.edu/~journal/1999/Paper8.html
Towering aloft
Above the earth
Great Kunlun
You have witnessed all that was fairest
In the human world
As they fly across the sky, the three million dragons Of white jade
Freeze you with piercing cold
In the days of summer
Your melting torrents
Fill streams and rivers till they overflow
Changing men
Into fish and turtles
What man can pass judgment
On all the good and evil
You have done
These thousand autumns?
But today
I say to you, Kunlun
You don’t need your great height
You don’t need all that snow!
If I could lean on the sky
I would draw my sword
And cut you in three pieces
One I would send to Europe
One to America
And one we would keep in China.
Thus would a great peace
Reign through the world
For all the world would share our warmth and cold